Mystery Dungeons Novels & Stories

The troops grew even closer as Nya skirted across the open space toward the rise in stone where the doorway to the staircase protruded from the flat walkway. Reaching the barrier, she tried the knob and found it locked. Slate signaled for her to stand aside and then used his brute strength to force the door open. With a nod, she entered the dark stairwell, Slate right behind her. In front of her, she saw nothing but darkness--save the glowing, round white spheres that could be nothing other than a set of eyeballs. “Zans!” Nya cursed, wondering what had gone wrong. They weren’t alone after all.

My vision blurs as panic blooms in my chest. The driver's seat is empty, the key still in the ignition. Something's wrong. Horribly wrong. Right then, a familiar scent hits me. Dark chocolate. His scent. I follow it, my heart pounding. The trail leads towards the narrow alley beside the building. The air grows heavy, almost electric, and the smell of chocolate deepens, now mixed with something metallic. Blood. "Kaziel?" My voice trembles as I move deeper into the alley, my legs shaking.

Our eyes met as the door shut behind me. The maze of people that blocked my way earlier to reach room 3254 now were not such a hassle for me to surpass. This time around I just let them swallow me whole. As I reach the doors I can see Leah Meyers, the woman at the front desk, looking at me with the same hazed expression as earlier. I locked eyes with her for just a brief second, before I burst through the glass sliding doors as it opened. The weather is quite hot today, unusually hot. A strange ringing sound started to sound in my ears. How strange?

Even if it meant lying, stealing, or selling his soul to the rich bastards in the sky. The day started out like any other in the Ruins—dry heat pressing down from a burnt-orange sky, dust swirling through broken alleyways like restless spirits. Around here, the only job left for the Forgotten was mining Adrium, a post-apocalyptic miracle metal discovered buried deep in the bones of the earth. They said Adrium was stronger than diamond, five times lighter, and impossible to replicate. The walls of the Citadel gleamed with it l; unclimbable, unbreakable. Motion-detection lasers lined every inch, scanning for body heat, movement, hope.The message was clear:

WARD "The dungeons are in the basement of the pack house," King Erebus informs me. "It may not be difficult to cross the borders undetected but getting into the pack house will be difficult." "What do we know about the dungeons?" I ask, wondering if there is a separate entrance. "Unfortunately," the King furrows his eyebrows in frustration, "I don't know much more than what I have already told you." Turning the monitor of the computer in my direction, I click through the floor plans of the Crescent Moon pack house. Frowning when I get to the basement and I notice that the plans are incomplete.

Then I bit down hard on Jack’s arm and tore off a piece of flesh. At the same time, the horror game activated, and both Jack and I were pulled into the dungeon. The moment we entered the dungeon, the boss opened its scarlet eyes and exhaled cold breath. “Found you.” This dungeon was called "The Count’s Treasure", with ten players entering—six men and four women. A cold electronic voice echoed in our minds. "The Count liked collecting shiny things. But not long ago—zzzt… its most beloved treasure was stolen by humans. Players, please help the Count retrieve its treasure… zzzzt…"

We walk over to the dungeons not really talking about much and Max pulls open the main door, it had been a while since either of us had been here, there was never really a need to come here, our father dealt with everything, although on the rare occasion he would chuck us in here as kids as a punishment for a day. The memories made me shudder, it was a grim place. A hallway led to a split staircase, two sets of dungeons and Damon would be in one whilst the ginger haired woman would be in another. The hallway though was like any standard hallway and was even carpeted, it gave the misconception that the dungeons were looked after but that was far from the truth. We place our bets and agree to

The air was thick with the smell of mold and mildew, and there was a dampness that seemed to seep into their bones. The entrance to the dungeons was a large, heavy wooden door that was reinforced with iron bars. Finn approached the guards and presented his credentials, and after a few moments of scrutiny, they allowed him and Silas to enter. The interior of the dungeons was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the palace. The walls were made of rough, cold stone, and there were no windows to let in any natural light. The only illumination came from a series of flickering torches that lined the corridors, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

“I don’t know but it must be important if we both can hear it. Maybe it’s the gateway to Randos calling out to us,” They stared at the jungle while listening to the voice and the more they listened, the more the gibberish whispers started to sound like words that they actually understood. Unknown to them, there was man coming up from behind them with a dagger concealed within his jacket and he reached for it as he got closer to them. The man pulled the weapon out and the blade had Troleyadian runes drawn on it and it was also glowing blue. As he was about to reach Joe and Lydia, Kurt’s voice was carried by the wind as he called out to them from behind.

With the two guards on the floor, snake moved swiftly, and gently, he could feel the fresh air, it was a natural air of freedom, but that didn't stop him from trying to still be fast, even though he was beginning to feel some sort of weakness, as soon as he was sure, he was out of sight, he removed the guard's uniform, he was wearing and continued on the lonely street, he wasn't afraid of the dark, he was very comfortable as he tried to get to a motel to spend the night. He was finally out of anything that has to do with the Demons Estate, he didn't want to look back, there was no point looking back, he should keep moving forward, as there is nothing for him at the back. As he got to the jun